Second LP of gothic dream-sludge from the novelty act fronted by two sisters from Savannah, Ga., who come complete with PR-spewed nonsense-legends of themselves being discovered singing bizarre things over an autoharp in the park. Boombox-caliber drums and the muddiest of guitars mumble and churn beneath the girls’ Bananarama voices, leaving the impression of a bug-eyed goth Au Revoir Simone whose producer fell asleep at the mixing board after accidentally pegging the glitch levels, thus voila, it’s no-wave-ish in its way, offering its slovenly self to a Lorde-hijacked music scene starved for more anti-bling while simultaneously catering to dream-pop fanatics, who won’t be able to resist these hooky little things, particularly the Nintendo-dotted title track. It’d be perfect if not for the interchangeable pace of the songs, all of which have the metronome set to “I overslept but don’t quite care.” A-— Eric W. Saeger